First and foremost, I want to be clear,
I do hope that is alright?
But when it comes to matters of the heart
I do not believe in love at first sight.
I find the whole concept ridiculous
A lie for those with empty mind,
I just simply cannot believe
That fate could be so perfectly timed.
So ignore my pounding heart
Like you would a naughty child
And when my knees go weak,
It is not because you smiled.
When I catch you looking
My mouth and throat run dry.
Don't try to tell me it is love
Because with me, that ******* won't fly.
I do not believe in love at first sight.
I cannot say it enough.
The only question that troubles me,
Is what is this if it is not love?
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
I remember being lost,
being distraught,
being sad.
I remember grieving.
I remember hope, pride,
Elation
And the birth of my niece.
I remember the cold and wet,
The old faces as well as the new.
The music, the wind in my hair
And the oil on his jeans.
I remember the taste of champagne and marshmallows,
The warmth from the fire.
I remember traveling,
Our first date,
Good food
And the gentle pressure
Of your lips
On mine.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Sometimes I think I died;
Unmoving, unblinking, unfeeling.
Poison sits in my veins.
It doesn't flow, it preserves me.
A grinning death mask
Hides what rots inside.
Empty mind, still heart.
Unaware of those that mourn what
I once was,
Unable to comprehend.
Hair grows, hours fade.
Yes, sometimes I think I died.
I'm just waiting to be
Laid to rest.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Sometimes I can feel my brain
Stretching and screaming
To get out.
It wants to hop off the
Meat wagon
And go on an adventure
Of it's own.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
When I think of you
You’re the ideal idea
You’re everything I need
But nothing I think I want
When I try to sleep
And imagine you breathing beside me
I think of affection and humor
You’re a balm to soothe
Not a love to consume
We are not in love or lust
There is no burning need
Just patience, comfort
Body heat for a security blanket
Our hands do not fit together
Not two halves of a whole
We’re broken pieces
Odd socks and lost pen tops
We don’t match but we suffice
You don’t fill the empty parts of me
Which gives me time with myself
You’re the ideal idea
The half smile on a dull day
I have no unrequited love
No heartache
Only the knowledge what perhaps
Just maybe
I’m not dead after all
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Battered boots
Old torn tights
The way she moves
She refracts the light
She will crawl inside you
Barely five foot in height
Smile dripping in sarcasm
A rainbow child of the night
She smells faintly of cigarettes
And someone you know
A halo of dark hair
Secured with a bow
She watches and waits
For a heart filled with woe
She cheers whilst she jeers
My twisted gasoline rainbow
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
When I was three
And my mother brushed my hair
She parted it carefully
And braided it equally.
Two fat plaits
Hung as even as my stare.
When I was nine
And the hairbrush was my foe
Wild curls entwined
Personality defined.
Hair tangling
Faster than it could grow.
When I was fifteen
And hair hit the salon floor
I just wanted to be seen
So dyed it pink, blue and green.
Hair chopped short
Little girl no more.
Now I'm twenty-three
No longer in the nest
My parting is messy
And my braids escapee.
A hairy reminder
That mother knows best.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Tragedy rips through you like fire
And ***** all the oxygen from the room.
Lungs wheeze.
Cling to the earth, crawl forward.
There is no escape from the flames.
Sorrow consumes you,
Leaving charred remains.
Blackened and fragile.
The slightest touch,
Crumbles to ash.
Hope hangs in the air around you.
A breeze that scatters ash
To the ether.
Air that inflates.
Oxygen that rejuvenates.
It's the first breath
After being trapped in a fire.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Happy Birthday Levi,
I hope you enjoy your day.
You deserve to be felt up,
in each and every single way.
I haven't got you a present
But if you join me when no one is looking,
I will put on something saucy
And give you a good...Hug.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC
Into a bug a drawing pin
Secured to collection of sorts
A neat inscription lies beneath
Latin, commonly known as, caught.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC